For first time readers there's a lot of context you need. My boyfriend, Andy, likes to show me off. We had a conversation about maybe me doing more than showing off. The other day I went out with him and his friends from work, and he had me show off. I ended up in the bathroom where I gave a guy, James, a blowjob.

Read my previous story for details.

Last night, the day after we all hung out, and I did what I did, Andy came over to spend the night. We didn't get to sleep together the night of 'the incident' so this was the first chance I got to tell him.

I was eager to do it, I wanted to see what his reaction would be and where things would go from here. Just as soon as we sat on the couch I was kissing his neck and undoing his pants. I had been waiting all day for this, and I was very worked up. I got his dick out quickly, and as I got on my knees I took my shirt and bra off for him.

I started slow, with licks and kisses, slowly stroking him as I lapped at his balls. He was moaning and enjoying the attention with a smile on his face. I gave his dick one last kiss before I started telling him what happened. I began with telling him how fun the previous night was, and that I loved all the attention and guys checking me out.

He stayed quiet and listened intently as I talked. I punctuated my sentences by taking him into my mouth and sucking gently. Andy was enjoying it very much. I went on to say how one of his friends cornered me in the kitchen and tried to get me to flash him. Andy moaned again as I licked him and asked if I did flash the guy, I told him no.

I continued blowing Andy for a few moments, trying to decide how I was going to tell the next part. Or maybe I was building the courage. Finally I just decided to say it as plainly as possible. I popped off his dick and told him that James followed me into the bathroom.

Andy seemed to focus on what I was saying more than my hands and lips now. I told him how James pulled my shirt off, how we kissed, how good it felt too have his hands on me. Andy's expression was conflicted, pleasure and concern all at once.

I went on to say how James tried to take my pants off, but I stopped him. Andy was visibly relieved to hear that, and I hesitated to say what happened next. I stalled by slowly kissing his dick up and down, until Andy asked what happened. I took a deep breath, and continued.

I told him how I undid James' pants and told James I was going to make him cum. Andy was once again conflicted. I took a risk, I took Andy's entire dick in my mouth holding it there for a moment before popping off him. I looked up at Andy and told him that James has a huge cock.

It was like the color drained from his face, but he was still moaning. I kept stroking him, my lips touching the tip as I talked. I told him how I jerked off James, but in the end, when he pushed his dick towards my lips, I couldn't help it. I admitted to sucking that big cock and then immediately swallowed Andy again.

I admitted to blowing James, to swallowing his cum, and letting him take a picture of me. All the while I was telling this to Andy I was aggressively jerking him and sucking him. I wanted to keep him at the height of pleasure until I was done, and then I took him in my mouth and finished him. He had a lot of cum for me, and I made sure to swallow it all, and then I continued sucking until he couldn't stand it and pushed my head off him.

I wasn't done though. I wanted more, and I stripped the rest of my clothes off and tried to straddle him, but he stopped me. He was still recovering, catching his breath, and he told me that was a very hot fantasy. My heart stopped. He thought it was all just a fantasy to make him cum.

I pulled my panties back on and sat next to him. I was so nervous, but I pulled him into a kiss, told him I loved him, and then admitted it was all true. His friend really did try to get me to flash him, and I really did suck James in the bathroom. Andy was stunned. It took him a long time to speak, and the first thing he asked was if James really was huge. I could only nod.

He seemed agitated, and asked if I enjoyed it, I nodded again. He asked about the picture, I nodded again. He was getting angry. He was quiet again, but then came the yelling. He accused me of cheating, and asked how many times I've blown him, or had sex with him. He thought everything was a lie.

I was trying to calm him down so we could talk, but I guess the fact that I was only wearing panties was giving him conflicting feelings. In the midst of his yelling, and the name calling, he pushed me down and got on top of me. He shoved his hand down my panties and began pleasuring me, all while yelling at me, kissing me, asking me if I wanted to fuck James.

It was a lot of stimulation, he was very good with his fingers, he brought me close to cumming, and asked me again if I wanted to fuck James. I admitted that I thought about it, and that I would if Andy wanted me to. He called me a bitch, and then he was fully on top of me and then inside me.

The sex was ruthless, rough, aggressive, and unforgiving. It wasn't making love, it wasn't even just rough sex. He was fucking me. He was hate fucking me. I could only hold on. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he had his way with me. He made me cum once, and then twice. I kept repeating that I loved him over and over, and then it was over. He finished inside me, and a moment later he was crying into my neck.

I held him, I caressed his back, and ran my fingers through his hair. I told him I loved him, I explained that I was doing what I thought he wanted. He continued to cry, holding me tight. Eventuality he said he knew I was doing it for him.

We had a long, long, talk like that. With him on top of me, still inside me. We kissed, we affirmed our love, and in the end he said that what I did was really hot, but too far. He still doesn't know how far things should go. He was just having fun talking about me at work and showing me off.

He liked when James was only touching my butt or legs. He even liked the time James touched my boobs at the bar and kissed me the one time. But getting me naked in the bathroom, and me sucking his dick was too much.

I realized what it was. He liked showing me off, he liked his friends trying to do things with me, and he liked knowing that I'd stop them and that I was his. I was an idiot for not seeing it sooner.

I asked if maybe I should stop coming along with his friends. James would definitely want more, and his other friends are getting more bold. Andy agreed, and then said he would get James to delete the picture.

Finally we had come to an understanding. We kissed again, which turned into making out. He grew harder inside me and we had sex again. Slower, more sensual, more loving this time. I came, and he fished inside me again.

Though after all was said and done, and Andy was asleep, I had impure thoughts. I feel guilty about this, but hours later during the night I found myself in my living room, horny. I sucked on a dildo thinking of James and then fucked myself with it, imagining it was him. I came hard.

I'll never ever do anything, but I'll also never forget what I did and what I could've done in that bathroom.